Hard Times ... Come Again No More

Robert Mueller's Opening Statements Before Congressional Hearings

Former special counsel Robert Mueller arrives to testify to the House Judiciary Committee about his report on Russian interference in the 2016 presidential election on Wednesday July 24, 2019.  Photo by Alex Wong / Getty Images. 

Robert Mueller's Opening Statements Before Congressional Hearings   

Coyote by Joni Mitchell (at Gordon Lightfoot's house in Toronto 1975

Joni Mitchell with Roger McGuinn and Bob Dylan at Gordon Lightfoot's house in Toronto 1975 

by Ken Regan

It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry

Bob Dylan and Scarlet Rivera during the Rolling Thunder Review Rehearsals, by Ken Regan

Isis Live in Montreal 1975

Bob Dylan, Montreal, Québec, 1975 by Ken Regan

Bob Dylan - Isis (Live in Montreal) [RARE HD FOOTAGE & SOUNDBOARD RECORDING] from Swingin' Pig (alternate account) on Vimeo.

RTR ~ When I Paint My Masterpiece

RTR 1 from Moo 61 Revisited on Vimeo.

Rolling Thunder Revue: A Bob Dylan Story By Martin Scorsese ~Trailer

"One More Cup Of Coffee (Valley Below)", Seacrest Motel Rehearsal.

You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go

Bob Dylan, pictured in 1974, while working on what would become Blood on the Tracks.

Situations have ended sad Relationships have all been bad Mine’ve been like Verlaine’s and Rimbaud But there’s no way I can compare All those scenes to this affair Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Renaldo and Clara

BOB DYLAN: Renaldo and Clara from Nomadic Voice on Vimeo.

Copper Kettle

Copper Kettle (Without Overdubs - Self Portrait) from Tiny Montgomery on Vimeo.

Caribbean Wind

Caribbean Wind (Rehearsal with pedal steel) from Tiny Montgomery on Vimeo.

Blood In My Eyes

Maggie's Farm Live at Newport 65

Bob Dylan goes electric, Newport Folk Festival 1965, by David Gahr.

Isis

                                                                    by Joan Baez

Bob Dylan - Isis from Rodrigo Fernandes on Vimeo.

Renaldo & Clara

Renaldo & Clara (1978) (1) from Dor Dotson on Vimeo.

Queen Jane Approximately ~ Dylan with the Dead in Foxboro 1987

Dylan,Garcia 1987

If You See Her Say Hello ~

                                     Bob Dylan, Rolling Thunder Revue Tour 1975  Ken Regan

If You See Her, Say Hello [Live 1976]- Elston Gunn from fishtruckthatloads on Vimeo.

If you see her, say hello
She might be in North Saigon
She left here in a hurry
I don't know what she was on
You might say that I'm in disarray
And for me time's standing still
Oh, I've never gotten over her
I don't think I ever will

A bright light from me, I saw
A shattering of souls
Just one of them reckless situations
Which nobody controls
Well the menagerie of life rolls by
Right before my eyes
And we'll do the best we can
Which should come at no surprise

If you're makin' love to her
Watch it from the rear
You never know when I'll be back
Or liable to appear
Oh it's as natural to dream of peace
As it is for rules to break
But right now I got not much to lose
So you better stay awake

Sundown, silver moon
Hitting on the date (days?)
My head can't understand no more
What my heart don't tolerate
But I know she'll be back some day
Of that there is no doubt
And when that moment comes, Lord
Give me the strength to keep her out.

Do You Read Me ? Rory Gallagher

Live in San Francisco 1965

Taken in the alley behind City Lights bookstore in December of 1965.  The alley has since been renamed Jack Kerouac Alley. Allen Ginsberg, who my friend and fellow photographer Larry Kennan and I had visited and photographed several times, had some of the photos we had made of him propped up on the mantel above the fireplace of his Fell Street Flat.  When Bob Dylan visited Ginsberg, he saw the photographs Larry and I had made and said he would like Larry and me to photograph Allen, McClure and him together.  Allen set up the shoot on the day following Dylan's concert at the Berkeley Community Theater.  We had about ten minutes with Dylan.  At first we were the only ones in the alley.  But as soon as people realized it was Bob Dylan, a crowd began to form.  A man took out a camera and began taking photographs.  Allen admonished him and asked him to stop.  "This is these guys' gig," he told him pointing to Larry and me, "not yours."

Published on Youtube Apr 20, 2019 By Swingin' Pig

TRACKLIST:

0:00 - Backstage conversation between Ginsberg and Dylan 

17:04 - To Ramona 

22:31 - Gates of Eden 

30:10 - Baby Blue 

36:00 - Desolation Row 

46:41 - Love Minus Zero/No Limit 

51:11 - Visions Of Johanna (EARLIEST KNOWN RECORDING) 

1:01:30 - Mr. Tambourine Man [INCREDIBLE VERSION/RIVAL'S SHEFFIELD 1966] 

1:09:15 - Tombstone Blues 

1:13:33 - I Don't Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met) 

1:18:42 - Baby, Let me Follow You Down 

1:22:29 - Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues 

1:27:43 - Long Distance Operator [EXTREMELY RARE] 

1:31:15 - It Ain't Me, Babe 

1:36:45 - Ballad Of A Thin Man 

1:42:40 - Positively 4th Street 

1:47:13 - Like a Rolling Stone

The Best of Elston Gunn in 1966

"Contemplation" by Barry Feinstein, 1966 Dublin Ireland

The Best of Elston Gunn in 1966 from Swingin’ Pig on Vimeo.

All American Boy

Bob Dylan - Train Of Love

Bob Dylan - Train Of Love (Johnny Cash) [6 April 1999] from Percy on Vimeo.

Johnny Cash Tribute, 6 April 1999
Bob Dylan and band appear in a pre-recorded video from the rehearsals for the European tour performing Train Of Love. The event was broadcast 18 April in the US.

Mr. Tambourine Man

BOB DYLAN, GRATEFUL DEAD , CHIMES OF FREEDOM,BALLAD OF A THIN MAN

Giants Stadium, New Jersey

Foxboro, MA
July 4, 1987 @ Sullivan Stadium

and the first live performance of Chimes Of Freedom
since Town Hall, Philadelphia PA, Sept. 1964

Levon Helm ~ Highway 61

Highway 61 with Levon Helm from Creative Differences on Vimeo.

Till The Next Goodbye

The official promo video for the Rolling Stones song "Till The Next Time" from the album It's Only Rock 'N' Roll. Written by Jagger/ Richards, the song features Mick Jagger on vocals and guitar, Keith Richards on guitar and backing vocals, Charlie Watts on drums, Mick Taylor on guitar, Nicky Hopkins on piano and Bill Wyman on bass.

Honey, is there any place that you would like to eat? I know a coffee shop down on Fifty-Second Street And I don't need no fancy food and I don't need no fancy wine And I sure don't need the tears you cry Till the next time we say goodbye Till the next time we say goodbye Till the next time we say goodbye I'll be thinking of you I'll be thinking of you Yeah, a movie house on Forty-Second Street Ain't a very likely place for you and I to meet Watching the snow swirl around your hair and around your feet And I'm thinking to myself she surely looks a treat Till the next time we say goodbye Till the next time we say goodbye Till the next time that we kiss goodnight I'll be thinking of you I'll be thinking of you I can't go on like this, can ya? Can ya? I can't go on like this, can ya? You give me a cure all from New Orleans Now that's a recipe I sure do need Some cider vinegar and some elderberry wine May cure all your ills, but it can't cure mine Your Lou'siana recipes have let me down Your Lou'siana recipes have surely let me down Till the next time we say goodbye Till the next time we say goodbye Till the next time that we kiss goodnight Till the next time we say goodbye Till the next time we say goodbye I'll be thinking of you I'll be thinking of you Till the next time that we say good bye Til the next time that we kiss goodnight

Spanish Harlem Incident

This is an excellent cover of Spanish Harlem Incident by by Gary Henry.

Video was recorded in 720p HD with a Kodak EasyShare Z1012 IS.

Audio was captured on a Sony Vaio laptop by way of a Shure SM-58 microphone attached to an M-Audio MobilePre USB external sound card. Audio and video were mixed using some basic editing software where equalization and reverb were also applied to the audio track. Video was cropped, converted to grayscale, and rendered at 640x480 pixels.

The audio and video were recorded in a single take with no overdubs or additional tracks.

WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold you to its heat
Your temperature’s too hot for taming
Your flaming feet burn up the street
I am homeless, come and take me
Into reach of your rattling drums
Let me know, babe, about my fortune
Down along my restless palms

Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed
I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes, so fast an’ slashing
An’ your flashing diamond teeth
The night is pitch black, come an’ make my
Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
Let me know, babe, I’m nearly drowning
If it’s you my lifelines trace

I been wond’rin’ all about me
Ever since I seen you there
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I’m riding
I know I’m ’round you but I don’t know where
You have slayed me, you have made me
I got to laugh halfways off my heels
I got to know, babe, will you surround me?
So I can tell if I’m really real

Copyright © 1964 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1992 by Special Rider Music

Played live once on Oct. 31, 1964
New York, NY
Philharmonic Hall

Another Side of Bob Dylan is the fourth studio album by American singer and songwriter Bob Dylan, released on August 8, 1964 by Columbia Records.

Recorded‎: ‎June 9, 1964
Producer‎: ‎Tom Wilson
Released‎: ‎August 8, 1964
Genre‎: ‎Folk

                    

In studio with producer Tom Wilson

                 

Bob-Dylan-1964-concert-AP Daniel Kramer

                       

Album LINER NOTES:

Another Side Of Bob Dylan
Released 05/01/1964
© 1973 Special Rider Music

Produced by Tom Wilson
Cover Photo: Sandy Speiser

Some Other Kinds Of Songs . . .
Poems by Bob Dylan

baby black's
been had
ain't bad
smokestacked
chicken shacked
dressed in black
silver monkey
on her back
mammy ma
juiced pa
janitored
between the law
brothers ten
rat-faced
gravestoned
ditch dug
firescaped an' substroked
choked
baby black
hits back
robs, pawns
lives by trade
sits an' waits on fire plug
digs the heat
eyes meet
picket line
across the street
head rings
of bed springs
freedom's holler
you ask of order
she'd hock
the world
for a dollar an' a quarter
baby black
dressed in black
gunny sack
about t' crack
been gone
carry on
i'm givin' you
myself t' pawn

__________

for françoise hardy
at the seine's edge
a giant shadow
of notre dame
seeks t' grab my foot
sorbonne students
whirl by on thin bicycles
swirlin' lifelike colors of leather spin
the breeze yawns food
far from the bellies
or erhard meetin' johnson
piles of lovers
fishing
kissing
lay themselves on their books. boats.
old men
clothed in curly mustaches
float on the benches
blankets of tourist
in bright red nylon shirts
with straw hats of ambassadors
(cannot hear nixon's
dawg bark now)
will sail away
as the sun goes down
the doors of the river are open
i must remember that
i too play the guitar
it's easy t' stand here
more lovers pass
on motorcycles
roped together
from the walls of the water then
i look across t' what they call
the right bank
an' envy
your
trumpet
player

__________

"i could make you crawl
if i was payin' attention"
he said munchin' a sandwich
in between chess moves
"what d' you wanna make
me crawl for?"
"i mean i just could"
"could make me crawl"
"yeah, make you crawl!"
"humm, funny guy you are"
"no, i just play t' win,
that's all"
"well if you can't win me,
then you're the worst player
i ever played"
"what d' you mean?"
"i mean i lose all the time"
his jaw tightened an' he took
a deep breath
"hummm, now i gotta beat you"

straight away an' into the ring
juno takes twenty pills an'
paints all day. life he says
is a head kinda thing. outside
of chicago, private come down
junkie nurse home heals countless
common housewives strung out
fully on drugstore dope, legally
sold t' help clean the kitchen.
lenny bruce shows his seventh
avenue hand-made movies, while a
bunch of women sneak little white
tablets into shoes, stockings, hats
an' other hidin' places. newspapers
tell neither. irma goes t' israel
an' writes me that there, they
hate nazis much more 'n we over here
do. eichmann dies yes, an' west
germany sends eighty-year-old
pruned-out gestapo hermit off t'
the penitentiary. in east berlin
renata tells me that i must wear
tie t' get in t' this certain place
i wanna go. back here, literate
old man with rebel flag above
home sweet home sign says he won't
vote for goldwater. "talks too
much. should keep his mouth shut"

i walk between backyards an' see
little boy with feather in his hair
lyin' dead on the grass. he gets
up an' hands feather t' another
little boy who immediately falls
down. "it's my turn t' be the good
guy . . . take that, redskin" bang bang.
henry miller stands on other side
of ping pong table an' keeps
talkin' about me. "did you ask
the poet fellow if he wants
something t' drink" he says t'
someone gettin' all the drinks.
i drop my ping pong paddle
an' look at the pool. my worst
enemies don't even put me down
in such a mysterious way.
college student trails me with
microphone an' tape machine.
what d' you think a the communist
party? what communist party?
he rattles off names an' numbers.
he can't answer my question. he
tries harder. i say "you don't
have t' answer my question" he
gets all squishy. i say
there's no answer t' my question
any more 'n there's an answer t'
your question. ferris wheel runs
in california park an' the sky trembles.
turns red. above hiccups an' pointed
fingers. i tell reporter lady that yes
i'm monstrously against the house
unamerican activities committee
an' also the cia an' i beg her please
not t' ask me why for it would take
too long t' tell she asks me about
humanity an' i say i'm not sure
what that word means. she wants me
t' say what she wants me t' say. she
wants me t' say what she
can understand. a loose-tempered fat
man in borrowed stomach slams wife
in the face an' rushes off t' civil
rights meeting. while some strange
girl chases me up smoky mountain
tryin' t' find out what sign i am.
i take allen ginsberg t' meet fantastic
great beautiful artist an' no trespassin'

boards block up all there is t' see.
eviction. infection gangrene an'
atom bombs. both ends exist only
because there is someone who wants
profit. boy loses eyesight. becomes
airplane pilot. people pound their
chests an' other people's chests an'
interpret bibles t' suit their own
means. respect is just a misinterpreted word
an' if Jesus Christ himself came
down through these streets, Christianity
would start all over again. standin'
on the stage of all ground. insects
play in their own world. snakes
slide through the weeds. ants come an'
go through the grass. turtles an' lizards
make their way through the sand. everything
crawls. everything . . .
an' everything still crawls

__________

jack o'diamonds
jack o'diamonds
one-eyed knave
on the move
hits the street
sneaks. leaps
between pillars of chips
springs on them like samson
thumps thumps
strikes
is on the prowl
you'll only lose
shouldn't stay
jack o'diamonds
is a hard card t' play

jack o'diamonds
wrecked my hand
left me here t' stand
little tin men play
their drums now
upside my head
in the midst of cheers
flowers
four queens
with pawed out hearts
make believe
they're still good
but i should drop
fold
an' dean martin should apologize
t' the rolling stones
ho hum
weird tablestakes
young babies horseback ride
their fathers' necks
two dudes in hopped-up ford
for the tenth time
have rolled through town
it's your turn baby t'
cut the deck
on you're goin' under
stayed too long
chinese gong
down the way
says jack o'diamonds
(a high card)
jack o'diamonds
(but ain't high enough)

jack o'diamonds
is a hard card t' play

jack o'diamonds used t' laugh at me
now wants t' collect from me
used t' be ashamed of me
now wants t' walk 'long side of me
jack o'diamonds
one-armed prince
wears but a single glove
as he shoves
never loves
the moon's too bright
as he's fixed mirrors
'round the room at night
it's hard t' think
there's probably somethin'
in my drink
should pour it out
inside the sink
would throw it in his face
but it'd do no good
give no gain
just leave a stain
jack o'diamonds
an' all his crap
needs some acid
in his lap
what hour now
it feels late somehow
my hounddog bays
need more ashtrays
i can't even remember
the early days
please don't stay
gather your bells an' go
jack o'diamonds
(can open for riches)
jack o'diamonds
(but then it switches)
a colorful picture but
beats only the ten
jack o'diamonds
is a hard card t' play

jack o'diamonds stays indoors
wants me t' fight his wars
jack o'diamonds is a hard card t' play
never certain. in the middle
commentin' on the songs of birds
chucklin' at screamin' mothers
jack o'diamonds drains
fish brains
raffles what's left over
across the table
t' little boy card sharks
who just sat down
t' get off their feet
bad luck run's all in fun
it's your choice. your voice
you choose
you lose
run for cover
hallaluyah
you choose t' lose
take yourself
disappear
jack o'diamonds
(a king's death)
jack o'diamonds
(at the ace's breath)
jack o'diamonds
is a hard card t' play

__________

run go get out of here
quick
leave joshua
split
go fit your battle
do your thing
i lost my glasses
can't see jericho
the wind is tyin' knots
in my hair
nothin' seems
t' be straight
out there
no i shan't go with you
i can't go with you

on the brooklyn bridge
he was cockeyed
an' stood on the edge
there was a priest talkin' to him
i was shiftin' myself around
so i could see from all sides
in an' out of stretched necks
an' things
cops held people back
the lady in back of me
burst into my groin
"sick sick some are so sick"
like a circus trapeze act
"oh i hope he don't do it"
he was on the other side of the railin'
both eyes fiery wide
wet with sweat
the mouth of a shark
rolled up soiled sleeves
his arms were thick an' tattooed
an' he wore a silver watch
i could tell at a glance
he was uselessly lonely
i couldn't stay an' look at him
i couldn't stay an' look at him
because i suddenly realized that
deep in my heart
i really wanted
t' see him jump

(a mob. each member knowin'
that they all know an' see the same thing
they have the same thing in common.
can stare at each other in total blankness
they do not have t' speak an' not feel guilty
about havin' nothing t' say. everyday boredom
soaked by the temporary happiness
of that their search is finally over
for findin' a way t' communicate a leech cookout
giant cop out. all mobs i would think.
an' i was in it an' caught by the excitement of it)

an' i walked away
i wanted t' see him jump so bad
that i had t' walk away an' hide
uptown uptown
orchard street
through all those people on
orchard street
pants legs in my face
"comere! comere!"
i don't need no clothes
an' cross the street
skull caps climb
by themselves out of manholes
an' shoeboxes ride
the cracks of the sidewalk
fishermen --
i've suddenly been turned into
a fish
but does anybody
wanna be a fisherman
any more 'n i
don't wanna be a fish

(swingin' wanda's
down in new orleans
rumbles across
brick written
swear word
vulgar wall
in new york city)

no they can't make it
off the banks of their river
i am in their river
(i wonder if he jumped
i really wonder if he jumped)
i turn corner
t' get off river
an' get off river
still goin' up
i about face
an' discover
that i'm on another river

(this time. king rex
blesses me with plastic beads
an' toot toot whistles
paper rings an' things.
royal street.
bourbon street
st. claude an' esplanade
pass an' pull
everything out of shape
joe b. stuart
white southern poet
holds me up
we charge through casa
blazin' jukebox
gumbo overflowin'
get kicked out of colored bar
streets jammed
hypnotic stars explode
in louisiana murder night
everything's wedged
arm in arm
stoned galore
must see you in mobile then
down governor nichel
an' gone)

ok i can get off this river too